The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX SIMPLEX. Behold again: an empty well— A crystal pure—a dry sea— Birds—a dead bird, a live bird, a phoenix— A dying immortal harlot-goddess— A cage (alas! it broke open In the year of the sixteenth Funeral). TuHE Mos. Down with the birds! SIMPLICIOR. Yet, neither Bird could re-enter it! THE Mos. Beer and Cup-ties! Smpcicissimus. [Pointedly.] The Spirit of Persistency conceived! THE Mos. Down with the Spirits! SIMPLEX. Behold again, Impatients, and decide: Two centres I saw, that were but one— A thick set of hair upon a white skull— A Spider patient (with my qualities), Slowly webbing the slightly soiled cavities— A lute, a rapturing lute aux sons clairs, (But Oh, He, Ho, for three weary years The lute hath no song!)— 282